By Chris W. at Perby1@aol.com
Date: 11 July 2000
Water is as water does.
Slow, smooth, touching trickle.
Overcome the flitty, fickle.
Dance of Maya thin and brittle.
Illusion makes for harder riddles.
Currents wrap about me now.
To empty purpose I do bow.
Desire will color simple knowledge
And to reflection one pays homage.
Let the tides stay true and clear.
Self doubt inflames irrational fear.
Water flows or crashes cold.
Claiming neither shy nor bold.
Immersing me in simple truth.
Foundation found eternal youth.
This cycle does not acknowledge age.
It is a voiceless faceless sage.
And what of love, to be attached?
But one cannot perfection match.
Let go of love provisional
To have love unconditional.
For slow and smooth, reflectionless
Leads steady to enlightenment.
And float with currents now because
nothing is as nothing does.
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